Tiny cobblestone streets wind through colorful shops and homes adorned with Zocalos, painted murals depicting traditional scenes. The narrow streets barely wide enough for a car are mostly used by motorcycles or tuk-tuks. (Click any image above to enlarge) Guatape is a tourist destination for many Colombians and other South Americans along with not a few gringos and … Continue reading Guatape, Colombia
We navigated through the mountainside and continued to stop in amazement at the near-vertical plantations on the steep mountain slopes.
"In 1991 Medellin was the murder capital of the world, with a homicide rate of 381 deaths per 100,000 inhabitants." -IBD We spent almost the entire day today at the Museo Casa de la Memoria (Memory House Museum) in Medellin. I entered the unadorned, almost utilitarian building, as a curious tourist and came out as … Continue reading Violence and Resistance: Medellin
Moraine Lake glistened before us. It was as far as we had planned to hike that day, a moderate 6.8 mile loop with a 2000 feet elevation gain. Beyond the smooth surface of the lake, Charity beckoned. She is the youngest and tallest of the three volcanic peaks collectively known as the Three Sisters. She sang a song of beauty that had our feet pushing further up the path as if the pied piper himself were playing his song for us.
Over 85 horses clopped through the stable's pathway where we had setup bails of hay, chairs and tables for the revelers to hang out while waiting for the start of the ride.
"There's been a murder," Trin said in such a dramatic tone that I almost expected to hear the Law and Order signature double orchestral stab.
I kept my eyes on the tile floor as I was wheeled toward the x-ray room. I was in a wheelchair in a flimsy hospital gown, the kind that sort of closes in the back, barely. I’m sure there are a lot of considerations in the gown’s design, but there has to be a better … Continue reading Surgery in David, Panama
I heard a scratching sound, close by. I reached for my phone under my pillow. It was 1AM. The scratching continued and was accompanied by the crinkling sound of a plastic bag. I turned on the phone's flashlight and pointed it toward the noise above our heads. It was a large, might I say very large roach, … Continue reading Accommodations on the Cheap, Central America
They say some things are better left buried. I have often thought about writing a book about breaking free from my previous marriage that was wrought with abuse. The book would delve into what it took to break away from the religious legalism that kept me there for so long. Everyone goes through struggles in life and mine are no more … Continue reading A Dark Turn
A little over one year ago we decided to sell everything we owned except what would fit in our two backpacks and take off to travel the world, as light as possible. Over the next eight months that followed we quit our jobs, sold our stuff including cars, a motorcycle, our home and just about … Continue reading What We Need; Packing for Two Years